She's never lonely when she's alone, one-sided talking but she's not
On the phone, kicking and screaming like she's fighting for her life,
But there's no crazy killer coming at her with a knife. Playing the
Radio to cover the screams, listen to the girl come apart at the
Seams, how many people trapped inside of she? caught back in
Childhood fantasy, but being a kid ain't all fun and games, the ones
That did it to her hear her nameing the names. I feel sorry for the girl
Next door, but I'm not in love with the girl next door.